I must be the only person who’s never seen When Harry Met Sally, because I loathe Meg Ryan. Still, I can appropriate the title, and Willy’s mop-top gives Meg’s bed-head a run for its money.
There’s been a lot of panels to have fun with, and I’m sorta, kinda trying to stay away from the very most obvious direction:
Okay, sometimes avoiding that direction works, sometimes not:
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